http://eager-platypus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] eager-platypus.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2010-09-30 05:34 am
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Classic American Film, Thursday, Period 4

When the students arrived to class this week, they would find Ziva arguing with, of all things, a unicorn. So far, it had complimented her figure, her skill with guns, and her determination to learn English, and really, she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out where the unicorn would go from there in front of the students.

"You need to be quiet, or get out of my class. Preferably both," she said with a glare. Sure, the compliments had been nice, but she was feeling a little uncomfortable now. Looking to the students, she tried to get herself back on track. "Good afternoon. This week, we are going to look at another genre of film, those that have to do with the American justice system. 12 Bitter Gentlemen is not quite as old as the film we watched last week, but it is still older than anyone here--"

"*NEIGH* You're strong for someone so young!"

"Shush!" Ziva said sharply, trying not to grumble. "As we are watching the movie, I would like for you to think about what kind of a jury member you would be. Would you be easily swayed by the opinions of others? Would you hold to your initial convictions? Or would you not be chosen to serve on a jury at all? To be honest, I do not know if I could be impartial enough to be on a jury. We will discuss this when the film is over." Assuming their time wasn't spent keeping Ziva from killing the unicorn, of course.

Re: Watch the movie! [09/30]

[identity profile] isntabitpretty.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Sara was trying to watch the movie, honestly she was, but -- even though it would have mortified her to the depths of her soul to admit as much -- she was got a little pang of envy every time the unicorn told one of the other girls in the class how pretty they were.

She was happy enough to take the compliments about the way she carried herself and the effusive pleas for her to speak up more because it was just so enchanting to listen to, but there was still a tiny, stubborn, lingering wrinkle in that joy.